Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1887-12-22
GREAT PAINTERS.
Realistic Works of Art Produced by a
Crowd of Arkansaw Liars.

Realistic Works Of Art Produced by a
Crowd of Arkansaw Liars.
Several men were sitting in store 1
at Jameson's. lanyard talking of the
pictures which they had seen in the
"art'' gallery of county fair.
Eyes, looked putty well" said an
old fellow, "but they amt what call
fine paintin'. Boys, you know'd Andy
Summers?"
Yes
"Wall, Andy was painter. One
day he painted the pictur' of an over
coat, an it was so nachul that his
daddy put it on an had wore it some
time before he found out it was a
pictur'."
Yes" rejoined fellow named
Smith, Il have heard of that pictur'.
Andy was a putty good cub painter,
thar amt no mistake about that, but
when you want to get some right good
work done you've got to go to Teller
that has Earned the trade sho huff.
Now, Miles Stokes was what l call a
number one painter. You all know'd
Mles-lived on the old Astord place
the year after the war. One time
Miles painted the pictur of fiddle,
an I'll be hanged if a fe Ter didn't take
it to dance an play on it all night.
Never heard sich music in my life.
Made it fairly talk, the Teller did. That
was one paintin' sho nuff.
"That was a mighty fine pictur',"
said old Gates. "Miles could have
done suthin at paintin' eff he had kept
on tryin', but he peered to lose his grip
airter Bob Hadley come around. Had
ley was fine painter. OF course, |
amt no art critic, nor nothin' of that
sort, and don't pretend to put my
Judgment up any higher than you can
reach, but somehow he always struck
me rs bein' pow'ful nachul painter.
One night thar was possul of II over
at old Simmons house an we got after
Bob to paint us a pictur'. He said he
didn't feel like paintin' an KEEP on
maxim excuses till old Simmons went
out and fetched in bucket of paint an
bresh an told Bob that he jest must
paint some sort of pictur', whuther or
no. Wall, Bob he tuck up the bresh
an begun ter slash it aroun' till the
\ fust thing we knowd he had dun
painted the pictur' of jug. 1t wuz
jest as nachul as any jug / ever seed,
an when tuck it up and sorter shucl;
it | hearn suthin' slosh. turned it up,
| did, an hanged eff thar want whisky
in it,"
"Sho huff whiskyp"
Tell you how sho' huff it was. We
let in to drinkin' it, an it want long
till we was all drunk
'Its yore time now, Uncle Buck. "
cried a young fellow, slapping an old
man on the back.
81 amt no ham to exaggerate,
boys" Uncle Buck replied. ITO me
thar amt no fun in impossible lie"
"Then what you air goin' to tell us
Is the tfuth, en-!
"Yes. an I'll bet my boss agin
yourn."
"Well, wait till I've heard YOU
story"
"All right" Uncle Buck continued.
Il was in Bill Rickey's store some
time ago. Bill, you know, while he
don't make no pretense, is consider
able of an artist. Wall, jest to amust
me or himself, he painted niger, an
the niger went outdoors, chopped
some wood, brought it into the house
an made as good fire as you evel
saw"
Uncle Buck. I'll take the bet"
"All right. Yander's John Higgin,
out yander. Call him in"
When Higgins came in Uncle Bucl
asked: "Higgins, want you at Rick
ey's store one day last week."
YES"
"Seed me thar?"
Yes"
"Anybody else thar?"
YES, Niger"
"What did Hickey do to himP"
"Snatched up bresh and painted
him, jest fur fun"
"What did the niger do shortl,
afterwards"
Chopped some wood an made
fire."
"Gabe," said Uncle Buck, "g
fetch that horse round here
"Oh, no, you said he painted tn
pictur of a niger"
mo, l didn't; did boysP"
mo, said he painted a niger,
, some one replied, and the boys agrees
that those were his exact words.
/ That's the only boss I've got, I'm
Gle Buck"
"Kain't hep it; fetch him."
, Gabe brought the horse around am
: Uncle Buck led him away.-Arkansal
7 TraUeier.